The two were seated together in the little morning-room, discussing the future and telling over what had happened. George was in a frame of mind which he did not recognise, and he seemed laughable in his own eyes, though he was far from being unhappy. His surprise at the turn events had taken had not yet worn off and he could not help being amused at himself for having known his own mind so little. At the same time he was grateful to Totty for the part she had played and was ready to yield to all her wishes in the matter. With regard to announcing the engagement, she told him that it was quite unnecessary to do so yet, and that, among other reasons, it would be better in the eyes of the world to publish the social banns after Sherrington had returned from abroad. Moreover, if the engagement were made known at once, it would be in accordance with custom that George should leave the house and find a lodging2 in the nearest town.
“I cannot tell why, I am sure,” said Mrs. Trimm, “but it is always done, and I should be so sorry if you had to leave us just now.”
“It would not be pleasant,” George answered, thoughtfully. He had wished to inform Constance as soon as possible.
So the matter was decided3, somewhat to his dissatisfaction in one respect, but quite in accordance with his inclinations4 in all others. And it was thereupon further agreed that as soon as the weather permitted, they would all return to town, and make active preparations for the wedding. Totty could see no reason whatever why the 323day should not be fixed5 early in November. She declared emphatically that she hated long engagements, and that in this case especially there could be no object in putting off the marriage. She assured Mamie that by using a little energy everything could be made ready in plenty of time, and she promised that there should be no hitch6 in the proceedings7.
The week that followed the events last narrated8 slipped pleasantly and quickly away. As George had said at once, he was a very happy man; that is to say, he believed himself to be so, because the position in which he found himself was new, agreeable and highly flattering to his vanity. He could not but believe that he was taken into the family of his cousin solely9 on his own merits. Being in total ignorance of the fortune between which and himself the only barrier was the enfeebled health of an invalid10 old man, he very naturally attributed Totty’s anxiety to see him marry her daughter to the causes she enumerated11. He was still modest enough to feel that he was being very much overrated, and to fear lest he might some day prove a disappointment to his future wife and her family; for the part of the desirable young man was new to him, and he did not know how he should acquit12 himself in the performance of it. But the delicious belief that he was loved for himself, as he was, gave energy to his good resolutions and maintained at a genial13 warmth the feelings he entertained for her who loved him.
He must not be judged too harshly. In offering to marry Mamie, he had felt that he was doing his duty as an honourable14 man, and he assured himself as well as he could that he was able to promise the most sincere affection and unchanging fidelity15 in return for her passionate16 love. It was in one respect a sacrifice, for it meant that he must act in contradiction to the convictions of his whole life. He had always believed in love, and he had frequently preached that true and mutual17 passion was the only foundation for lasting18 happiness in marriage. 324At the moment of acceding19 to Mrs. Trimm’s very clearly expressed proposal, George had felt that Mamie would be to him hereafter what she had always been hitherto, neither more nor less. He did not wish to marry her, and if he agreed to do so, it was because he was assured that her happiness depended upon it, and that he had made himself responsible for her happiness by his conduct towards her. Being once persuaded of this, and assured that he alone had done the mischief20, he was chivalrous21 enough to have married the girl, though she had been ugly, ill-educated and poor, instead of being rich, refined and full of charm, and to all outward appearances he would have married her with as good a grace and would have behaved towards her afterwards with as much consideration as though he had loved her. But the fact that Mamie possessed22 so many real and undeniable graces and advantages had made the sacrifice seem singularly easy, and the twenty-four hours that succeeded the moment of forming the resolution, had sufficed to destroy the idea of sacrifice altogether. Hitherto, George had fought against the belief that he was loved, and had done his best to laugh at it. Now, he was at liberty to accept that belief and to make it one of the chief pleasures of his thoughts. It flattered his heart, as Totty’s professed23 appreciation24 of his fine qualities flattered his intelligence. In noble natures flattery produces a strong desire to acquit the debt which seems to be created by the acceptance of undue25 praise. Men of such temper do not like to receive and give nothing in return, nor can they bear to be thought braver, more generous or more gifted than they are. Possessing that high form of self-esteem which is honourable pride, they feel all the necessity of being in their own eyes worthy26 of the estimation they enjoy in the opinion of other men. The hatred27 of all false positions is strong in them and they are not quick to believe that they are justly valued by the world.
George found it easy to imagine that he loved the 325young girl, when he had once admitted the fact that she loved him. It was indeed the pleasantest deception28 he had ever submitted to, or encouraged himself in accepting. He hid from himself the fact that his heart had never been satisfied, considering that it was better to take the realities of a brilliant future than to waste time and sentiment in dreaming of illusions. There was nothing to be gained by weighing the undeveloped capabilities29 of his affections against the manifestations30 of them which had hitherto been thrust upon his notice. He was doing what he believed to be best for every one as well as for himself, and no good could come of a hypercriticism of his sensibilities. Mamie was supremely31 happy, and it was pleasant to feel that he was at once the cause and the central figure in her happiness. The course of true love should run pleasantly for her at least, and its course would not be hard for him to follow.
A fortnight passed before he thought of fulfilling his promise and visiting Grace. The attraction was not great, but he felt a certain curiosity to know how she was recovering from the shock she had sustained. Once more he crossed the river and walked up the long avenue to the old house. As he was passing through the garden he unexpectedly came upon Constance, who was wandering idly through the deserted32 walks.
“It is so long since we have met!” she exclaimed, with an intonation33 of gladness, as she put out her hand.
“Yes,” George answered. “I came once to see your sister, but you were not with her. How is she?”
“She is well—as well as any one could expect. I have tried to persuade her to go away, but she will not, though I am sure it is bad for her to stay here.”
“But you cannot stay for ever. It is already autumn—it will soon be winter.”
“I cannot tell,” Constance answered indifferently enough. “I confess that I care very little whether we pass the winter here or in town, provided Grace is contented34.”
326“You ought to consider yourself to some extent. You look tired, and you must weary of all this sadness and dismal35 solitude36. It stands to reason that you should need a change.”
“No change would make any difference to me,” said Constance, walking slowly along the path and swinging her parasol slowly from side to side.
“Do you mean that you are ill?” George asked.
“No indeed! I am never really ill. But it is a waste of breath to talk of such things. Come into the house. Grace will be so glad to see you; she has been anticipating your visit for a long time.”
“Presently,” said George. “The afternoons are still long and it is pleasant here in the garden.”
“Do you want to talk to me?” asked the young girl, with the slightest intonation of irony37.
“I wish to tell you something—something that will surprise you.”
“I am not easily surprised. Is it about yourself?”
“Yes—it is not announced yet, but I want you to know it. You will tell no one, of course. I am going to be married.”
“Indeed!” exclaimed Constance, with a slight start.
“Yes. I am sure you will be glad to hear it. I am engaged to be married to my cousin, Mamie Trimm.”
Constance was looking so ill, already, that it could not be said that she turned pale at the announcement. She walked quietly on, gazing before her steadily38 at some distant object.
“It is rather sudden, I suppose,” said George in a tone that sounded unpleasantly apologetic in his own ears.
“Rather,” Constance answered with an effort. “I confess that I am astonished. You have my best congratulations.”
She paused, and reflected that her words were very cold. She felt an odd chill in herself as well as in her language, and tried to shake it off.
“If you are happy, I am very glad,” she said. “It was not what I expected, but I am very glad.”
327“Thanks. But, Constance, what did you expect—something very different? Why?”
“Nothing—nothing—it is very natural, of course. When are you to be married?” All the coldness had returned to her voice as she put the question.
“I believe it is to be in November. It will certainly be before Christmas. Mr. Trimm is expected to-morrow or the next day. He cabled his consent.”
“Yes? Well, I am glad it has all gone so smoothly39. I feel cold—is it not chilly40 here? Let us go in and find Grace.”
She began to walk more quickly and in a few moments they reached the house, not having exchanged any further words. As they entered the door she stopped and turned to her companion.
“Grace is in the drawing-room,” she said. “She wants to see you alone—so, good-bye. I hope with all my heart that you will be happy—my dear friend. Good-bye.”
She turned and left him standing41 in the great hall. He watched her retreating figure as she entered the staircase which led away to the right. He had expected something different in her reception of the news, and did not know whether to feel disappointed or not. She had received the announcement with very great calmness, so far as he could judge. That at least was a satisfaction. He did not wish to have his equanimity42 disturbed at present by any great exhibition of feeling on the part of any one but himself. As he opened the door before him he wondered whether Constance were really glad or sorry to learn that he was to be married.
Grace rose and came towards him. He could not help thinking that she looked like a beautiful figure of fate as she stood in the middle of the room and held out her hand to take his. She seemed taller and more imposing43 since her husband’s death and there was something interesting in her face which had not been there in old times, a look of greater strength, combined with a profound 328sadness, which would have attracted the attention of any student of humanity.
“I am very glad to see you—it is so good of you to come,” she said.
“I could not do less, since I had promised—even apart from the pleasure it gives me to see you. I met your sister in the garden. She told me she hoped that you would be induced to go away for a time.”
Grace shook her head.
“Why should I go away?” she asked. “I am less unhappy here than I should be anywhere else. There is nothing to take me to any other place. Why not stay here?”
“It would be better for you both. Your sister is not looking well. Indeed I was shocked by the change in her.”
“Really? Poor child! It is not gay for her. I am very poor company. You thought she was changed, then?”
“Very much,” George answered, thoughtfully.
“And it is a long time since you have seen her. Poor Constance! It will end in my going away for her sake rather than my own. I wonder what would be best for her, after all.”
“A journey—a change of some sort,” George suggested. He found it very hard to talk with the heartbroken young widow, though he could not help admiring her, and wondering how long it would be before she took another husband.
“No,” Grace answered. “That is not all. She is unsettled, uncertain in all she does. If she goes on in this way she will turn into one of those morbid44, introspective women who do nothing but imagine that they have committed great sins and are never satisfied with their own repentance45.”
“She is too sensible for that——”
“No, she is not sensible, where her conscience is concerned. I wish some one would come and take her out 329of herself—some one strong, enthusiastic, who would shake her mind and heart free of all this nonsense.”
“In other words,” said George with a smile, “you wish that your sister would marry.”
“Yes, if she would marry the right man—a man like you.”
“Like me!” George exclaimed in great surprise.
“Yes—since I have said it. I did not mean to tell you so. I wish she would marry you after all. You will say that I am capricious and you will laugh at the way in which I have changed my mind. I admit it. I made a mistake. I misjudged you. If it were all to be lived over again, instead of paying no attention to what happened, as I did during the last year, I would make her marry you. It would have been much better. I made a great mistake in letting her alone.”
“I had never expected to hear you say that,” said George, looking into her brown eyes and trying to read her thoughts.
“I am not given to talking about myself, as you may have noticed, but I once told you that my only virtue46 was honesty. What I think, I say, if there is any need of saying anything. I told you that I never hated you, and it is quite true. I disliked you and I did not want you for a brother-in-law. In the old days, more than a year ago, Constance and I used to quarrel about you. She admired everything you did, and I saw no reason to do so. That was before you published your first book, when you used to write so many articles in the magazines. She thought them all perfection, and I thought some of them were trash and I said so. I daresay you think it is not very complimentary47 of me to tell you what I think and thought. Perhaps it is not. There is no reason why I should make compliments after what I have said. You have written much that I have liked since, and you have made a name for yourself. My judgment48 may be worthless, but those who can judge have told me that some things you have done will live. 330But that is not the reason why I have changed my mind about you. If you were still writing those absurd little notices in the papers, I should think just as well of you, yourself, as I do now. You are not what I thought you were—a clever, rather weak, vain creature without the strength of being enthusiastic, nor the courage to be cynical49. That is exactly what I thought. You will forgive me if I tell you so frankly50, will you not? I found out that you are strong, brave and honourable. I do not expect that you will ever think again of marrying my sister, but if you do I shall be glad, and if you do not, I shall always be sorry that I did not use all my influence in making Constance accept you. That is a long speech, but every word of it is true, and I am glad I have told you just what I think.”
George was silent for some seconds. There were assuredly many people in the world from whom he would have resented such an exposition of opinion in regard to himself. But Grace was not one of these. He respected her judgment in a way he could not explain, and he felt that all she had said confirmed his own ideas about her character.
“I am glad you have told me,” he answered at length. “I have changed my mind about you, too. I used to feel that you were the opposing barrier between your sister and me, and that but for you we should have been happily married long ago. I hated you accordingly, with a fine unreasoning hatred. You were very frank with me when you came to give me her decision. I believed you at the moment, but when I was out of the house I began to think that you had arranged the whole thing between you, and that you were the moving power. It was natural enough, but my common sense told me that I was wrong within a month of the time. I have liked your frankness, in my heart, all along. It has been the best thing in the whole business.”
“You and I understand each other,” said Grace, leaning back in her seat and watching his dark face from 331beneath her heavy, drooping51 lids. “It is strange. I never thought we should, and until lately I never thought it would be pleasant if we did.”
George was struck by the familiarity of her tone. She had always been the person of all others who had treated him with the most distant civility, and whose phrases in speaking with him had been the coldest and the most carefully chosen. He had formerly52 wondered how her voice would sound if she were suddenly to say something friendly.
“You are very good,” he answered presently. “With regard to the rest—to what you have said about your sister. I have done my best to put the past out of my mind, and I have succeeded. When I met her in the garden just now, I told her what has happened in my life. I am to be married very soon. I did not mean to tell any one but Miss Fearing until it was announced publicly, but I cannot help telling you, after what you have said. I am going to marry my cousin in two months.”
Grace did not change her position nor open her eyes any wider. She had expected to hear the news before long.
“Yes,” she said, “I thought that would happen. I am very glad to hear it. Mamie is thorough and will suit you much better than Constance ever could. I wish that Constance were half as natural and enthusiastic and sensible. She has so much, but she has not that.”
“No enthusiasm?” asked George, remembering how he had lived upon her appreciation of his work.
“No. She has changed very much since you used to see her every day. You had a good influence over her, you stirred her mind, though you did not succeed in stirring her heart enough. She cares for nothing now, she never talks, never reads, never does anything but write long letters to Dr. Drinkwater about her poor people—or her soul, I do not quite know which. No, you need not look grave, I am not abusing her. Poor child, I wish I could do anything to make her forget that same soul of 332hers, and those eternal hospitals and charities! Your energy did her good. It roused her and made her think. She has a heart somewhere, I suppose, and she has plenty of head, but she smothers53 them both with her soul.”
“She will get over that,” said George. “She will outgrow54 it. It is only a phase.”
“She will never get over it, until she is married,” Grace answered in a tone of conviction.
“It is very strange. You talk now as if you were her mother instead of being her younger sister.”
“Her younger sister!” Grace exclaimed with a sigh. “I am a hundred years older than Constance. Older in everything, in knowing the meanings of the two great words—happiness and suffering.”
“Indeed, you may say that,” George answered in a low voice.
“I sometimes think that they are the only two words that have any meaning left for me, or that should mean anything to the rest of the world.”
The settled look of pain deepened upon her face as she spoke55, not distorting nor changing the pure outlines, but lending them something solemn and noble that was almost grand. George looked at her with a sort of awe56, and the great question of the meaning of all life and death rose before him, as he remembered her husband’s death grip upon his arm, and the moment when he himself had breathed in the cool water and given up the struggle. He had opened his eyes again to this world to see all that was to result of pain and suffering from the death of the other, whose sight had gone out for ever. They had been together in the depths. The one had been drowned and had taken with him the happiness of the woman he had loved. The other, he himself, had been saved and another woman’s life had been filled with sunshine. Why the one, rather than the other? He, who had always faced life as he had found it, and fought with whatever opposed him, asked himself whether there were any meaning in it all. Why should those two great 333things, happiness and suffering, be so unevenly57 distributed? Was poor John Bond a loss to humanity in the aggregate58? Not a serious one. Did he, George Wood, care whether John Bond were alive or dead, beyond the decent regret he felt, or ought to feel? No, assuredly not. Would Constance have cared, if he had not chanced to be her sister’s husband, did Totty care, did Mamie care? No. They were all shocked, which is to say that their nerves, including his own, had been painfully agitated59. And yet this man, John Bond, for whom nobody cared, but whom every one respected, had left behind him in one heart a grief that was almost awe-inspiring, a sorrow that sought no expression, and despised words, that painted its own image on the woman’s face and spread its own solemn atmosphere about her. A keen, cool, sharp-witted young lawyer, by the simple act of departing this world, had converted a pretty and very sensible young woman into a tragic60 muse1, had lent her grandeur61 of mien62, had rendered her imposing, had given her a dignity that momentarily placed her higher than other women in the scale of womanhood. Which was the real self? The self that was gone, or the one that remained? Had a great sorrow given the woman a fictitious63 importance, or had it revealed something noble in her which no one had known before? Whichever were true, Grace was no longer the Grace Fearing of old, and George felt a strange admiration64 for her growing up within him.
“You are right, I think,” he said after a long pause. “Happiness and suffering are the only words that have or ought to have any meaning. The rest—it is all a matter of opinion, of taste, of fashion, of anything you please excepting the heart.”
“Constance will tell you that right and wrong are the two important words,” said Grace. “And she will tell you that real happiness consists in being able to distinguish between the two, and that the only suffering lies in confounding the wrong with the right.”
334“Does religion mean that we are to feel nothing?” George asked.
“That is what the religion of people who have never felt anything seems to mean. Pay no attention to your sorrows and distrust all your joys, because they are of no importance compared with the welfare of your soul. It matters not who lives or who dies, who is married, or who is betrayed, provided you take care of your soul, of your miserable65, worthless, selfish little soul and bring it safe to heaven!”
“That must be an odd sort of religion,” said George.
“It is the religion of those who cannot feel. It is good enough for them. I do not know why I am talking in this way, except that it is a relief to be able to talk to some one who understands. When are you to be married?”
“I hope it may be in November.”
“By-the-bye, what will Mr. Craik think of the marriage? He ought to do something for Mamie, I suppose.”
“Mr. Craik is my own familiar enemy,” said George. “I never take into consideration what he is likely to do or to leave undone66. He will do what seems right in his own eyes, and that will very probably seem wrong in the eyes of others.”
“Mrs. Trimm doubtless knows best what can be done with him. What did Constance say, when you told her of your engagement?”
“Very little. What she will say to you, I have no doubt. That she hopes I shall be happy and is very glad to hear of the marriage.”
“I wonder whether she cares,” said Grace thoughtfully. George thought it would be more discreet67 to say nothing than to give his own opinion in the matter.
“No one can tell,” Grace continued. “Least of all, herself. I have once or twice thought that she regretted you and wished you would propose again. And then, at other times, I have felt sure that she was only bored—bored 335to death with me, with her surroundings, with Dr. Drinkwater, the poor and her soul. Poor child, I hope she will marry soon!”
“I hope so,” said George as he rose to leave. “Will you be kind enough not to say anything about the engagement until it is announced? That will be in a fortnight or so.”
“Certainly. Come and see me when it is out, unless you will come sooner. It is so good of you. Good-bye.”
He left the house and walked down the garden in the direction of the trees, thinking very much more of Grace and of her conversation than of Constance. Apart from her appearance, which had a novel interest for him, and which excited his sympathy, he hardly knew whether he had been attracted or repelled68 by her uncommon69 frankness of speech. There was something in it which he did not recognise as having belonged to her before in the same degree, something more like masculine bluntness than feminine honesty. It seemed as though she had caught and kept something of her dead husband’s manner. He wondered whether she spoke as she did in order to remind herself of him by using words that had been familiar in his mouth. He was engaged in these reflections when he was surprised to meet Constance face to face as he turned a corner in the path.
“I thought you were indoors,” he said, glancing at her face as though expecting to see some signs of recent distress70 there.
But if Constance had shed tears she had successfully effaced71 all traces of them, and her features were calm and composed. The truth of the matter was that she feared lest she had betrayed too much feeling in the interview in the garden, and now, to do away with any mistaken impression in George’s mind, she had resolved to show herself to him again.
“Are you in your boat?” she asked. “I thought that as it was rather chilly, and if you did not mind, I would ask you to row me out for ten minutes in the sun. Do you mind very much?”
336“I shall be delighted,” said George, wondering what new development of circumstances had announced itself in her sudden desire for boating.
A few minutes later she was seated in the stern and he was rowing her leisurely72 up stream. To his surprise, she talked easily, touching73 upon all sorts of subjects and asking him questions about his book in her old, familiar way, but never referring in any way to the past, nor to his engagement, until at her own request he had brought her back to the landing. She insisted upon his letting her walk to the house alone.
“Good-bye,” she said, “and so many thanks. I am quite warm now—and I am very, very glad about the engagement and grateful to you for telling me. I hope you will ask me to the wedding!”
“Of course,” George answered imperturbably74 and then, as he pulled out into the stream he watched her slight figure as she followed the winding75 path that led up from the landing to the level of the grounds above. When she had reached the top, she waved her hand to him and smiled.
“I would not have him think that I cared—not for the whole world!” she was saying to herself as she made the friendly signal and turned away.
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